DRIFTWOOD

DRIFTWOOD

BY

JOXIE


Title : Driftwood

Author : Joxie

Pairing : Thranduil/Will, Legolas/Elrond, Aze/Arwen

Rating : NC17 Swearing AU

Authors Notes : LOTR/POTC Crossover, third story in the Sparks Universe follows ASFU and PTTL

Summary : A stranger in a strange land can he help a fading King and what of the Kings family?

Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.

Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing!


CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

“I’m getting old” grumbled Boromir as he stretched his bones auditable creaking.

Eowyn firmly massaged his shoulders, “I wonder how the little mother is this morning” she commented without inflection.

“Plain unnatural I call it” Boromir snorted disdainfully.

“Not for them and the child is beautiful” Eowyn worked a particularly tense knot.

“Beauty is as beauty does” Boromir grunted but there was no heat in the old warriors words.

The weeks since the birth of Emerwen and the introduction of a pair of werewolves as allies. Had made for a confusing time for the people of Minas Tirith. Most were of the same opinion as Boromir on males who gave birth. They were even more hesitant about werewolves but none were foolhardy enough to go against there king. Who clearly gave the impression there was nothing untoward about the situation.

As usual Elrond could not remain angry with Legolas and his heart was full of joy at the new addition to his family. This daughter would not be spending most of her growing years away from him in Golden Wood. Celeborn and Galadriel could have the twins instead he thought with a hint of malicious glee.

A month to the day that the ring was destroyed Aragorn held a massive celebration. Food and wine was plentiful, the drink was perhaps too plentiful. The evening grew late when Glorfindel stumbled over to Celeborn who was sitting by himself.

“You’re getting on better with Will” Glorfindel’s voice was slightly slurred.

Celeborn conceded the point silently and waited to see what Glorfindel would say next.

“Want to know what I think, the first time you saw him you fancied the arse off him and oh the guilt that must have coursed through you.” Glorfindel looked flushed.

“Being drunk does not excuse such behaviour as this” Celeborn snapped.

“Tipsy not drunk” Glorfindel hiccupped and then went on “I can imagine all that thwarted passion turning into anger and resentment.”

“You forget I have a beautiful wife to tend to my needs” Celeborn didn’t want to continue this conversation.

“Will’s very pretty if a little rough around the edges” Glorfindel told him earnestly.

“Celeborn is right you are drunk” Thranduil made his presence known.

Glorfindel stumbled away muttering apologies in his wake. Thranduil took a sip of his wine while eying Celeborn thoughtfully.

“So do you fancy the leggings off Will?” He asked.

“Does it matter, as I said earlier I have Galadriel to tend to my needs” Celeborn walked away from the stunned Thranduil.

Thranduil pulled himself together and went to look for Will. He found him wandering in one of the walled gardens an expression of melancholy on his face. He held his love in a warm embrace and kissed him gently.

“If you could have anything what would you choose?” Thranduil whispered.

Will’s lips brushed Thranduil’s ear as he spoke “I was a blacksmith, a good one it was honest work which I enjoyed.”

“Before we left for the Dutchman unknowing of our return I thought it was a mere whim keeping the hunting lodge and its contents in my name. Now it seems the Lady nudged my hand” warmth was in both Thranduil’s eyes and voice.

Will leaned back to look at Thranduil’s face “It has a smithy” his eyes sparkled.

“It would be practical to have a home base and where better than Mirkwood.” Thranduil smiled at Will and forgot all about Celeborn.

The day before there departure Will managed to get a very elusive Celeborn on his own. The elf lord looked tense and weary.

“I’m here to ask a favour would you continue to look after my heart.” Will requested sincerely.

Celeborn kept every thought and feeling hidden, his eyes became solemn “It would be a privilege.”

“I don’t know about that but surely it is not a dangerous request anymore” Will smiled “thank you I will rest easy knowing it is in your care.”

The day after the departure of Will and Thranduil, Celeborn took his leave as well. Returning to Galadriel as he promised.

“You came back to me” Galadriel whispered.

Celeborn could feel all the different meanings in his wife’s simple words.

“You’ve been on a long journey haven’t you?” Again her words meant more than there surface meanings.

He hurt for Galadriel and felt his guilt bite deep.

“You returned to me” Galadriel’s lips trembled and her eyes grew brighter.

True understanding had come to Galadriel to late, long after Celeborn had left Golden Wood. Even so she would not have stopped him leaving with them.

“What else could I do, I love you” Celeborn dissolved into painful tears held tightly in his wife’s embrace.

EPILOGUE

The beach was empty but for a man who was naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. He carried in his arms a small baby swathed in a fluffy white blanket. Waiting for him in the sea was an elf the water gently lapping about his hips.

Will stopped at the waters edge gently he removed the blanket from his small son and threw it to Thranduil who caught. His own towel was left on the beach, holding the child to his chest he stepped into the water. He didn’t stop until he was almost level with his mate.

Will held the child up to the sky, he kicked and waved his arms in his fathers grasp “Calypso we dedicate our son to your care, protect him from harm that he may serve you. Let the sea be his home though equally let him be content on land. We ask your blessing and name him Earnil.”

Gently Will lowered Earnil into the lapping waves and slowly immersed him. Until the water covered him completely though only for a brief moment. When the boy reappeared he gave out a lusty yell before settling back quickly into his fathers arms.

“My William your son will straddle worlds, much like his parents and like his parents I love him dearly. Earnil is blessed and held close to my heart” a playful sea breeze ruffled Will’s hair “I have a boon for you, look to the horizon.”

Will held back a snort as Cirdan rose from the sea like male Aphrodite. His hair streaming over his shoulders and down his back. His body glistening in the sunlight as he was set in front of them.

Thranduil saw it first and gasped “Your mistress has returned.” There on the horizon was the Dutchman.

As one they began to walk towards the ship, the sea engulfed them quickly. When next seen they were climbing aboard her, pleasure surged through Will when his feet hit the deck. He clutched his sleeping son and looked towards the land.

“My chosen” Calypso purred.

“We are ready” Thranduil murmured as he stood beside Will.

Cirdan took the wheel and enquired “Captain?”

“Yes it is time” Will concurred.

The sky flashed bright green and the Dutchman and her crew were gone.


The End